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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Idosyncrasy

I have this thing.

Even after Aspen was born, I've always had a problem with leaving the house unshowered. Or un-make-upped. I often look back to the weekend we came home with Aspen and I shudder because my sister took me to Wal-Mart and I wore "LOUNGE PANTS." What is wrong with me?!

I was thinking about it Monday as I left to teach a Pilates class. I felt like such a bum wearing workout clothes while loading Aspen in the car. I didn't want my neighbors to think that at 4 in the afternoon I was leaving my house in my PJs. There are times when I run an errand after teaching a class and I convince myself people are judging me for wearing yoga pants in public. Like, "hey, there goes another frumpy mom!"

I AM NOT A FRUMPY MOM, I SWEAR!!

If I had a good enough memory, I bet I could count on one hand how many times in the last 17 months I've left my house without actually getting ready for the day. I don't know why it's such a big deal to me, but it is. I especially hate when I'm sick and Kev comes home to find me in the same nasty PJs I was wearing when he left me on my deathbed. The man works hard, and the least I can do is shower every day.

Do any of you feel even a little bit like this? It's a slightly neurotic, I know. But if I can't even make a small effort to look nice, what is Aspen going to take away from that? I get her dressed almost every single day, so I can't have her showing me up (although I'll never look as good in leggings as she does with her deliciously chubby legs).

4 comments:

No. I am not neurotic, at least in this on particular area. :) In fact, I could definitely use a little more discernment when it comes to how I present myself at home.

As a working mom, I find that I can excel at a few things every day, but not everything on my plate. Sometimes the house looks fantastic and dinner is made, but I look like some sort of jammie-wearing zombie. Sometimes I look pretty decent, but the grocery shopping is left undone. It's like a balancing act, and I try to at least rotate which thing on my to-do list takes top priority.

I am meticulous about putting on make-up whenever I leave the house. I blame it on my acne. And also those "Caught In the Act!" features in crappy tabloid magazines, that show celebrities looking haggard while picking up a quart of milk at the local gas station. I'm always half-convinced paparazzi are following me and I need to constantly dress to impress.

You said my thoughts about how our hubs work hard, so we can at least shower. Not that we don't do anything else, but I think the men truly prefer coming home to a sorta put together woman than the frumptastic lady I would otherwise like to be. :)